The last winter was one of less snow but increased cold and so I hurried the few steps from my car to the entrance of the "Metropol", a nice dark-wave disco in an underground car park. It was a Friday evening and all I knew was that my best friend Katrina called this afternoon and told my AM that she would be here tonight.
I entered the large underground parking lot, which was the Metropol and took a few steps around. Fetching some beer, I found an ideal observation position from where I should be able to see everyone at the dance floor.
When I saw Katrina I nearly let go of my beer. She looked breathtaking: with her 1,7 metres of height, her red-colored hair and some really tight black lace-clothes. She wore a heavy leather-belt and an inch higher a piercing in her navel. Her well-formed breasts were covered by a black lace-top (as tight as her trousers), at the upper arm she wore a silver-spiral and her make-up mainly consisted of deep-red lipstick, white skin and dark passionate eyes. She moved her hips to the rhythm of the music and occasionally let her hand glide over her crotch. I couldn't help but notice some guys dancing around her trying to catch her view, but she obviously wasn't very interested in them.
